In a large classroom of more than 100 square meters, the windows were bright and the forty people were sitting sparsely. Except for a few couples who were intimately together, most of them sat very scattered, but the seats looked full.

Because everyone knows how to make full use of space, not to mention girls, it is the boy who sits in one seat, the empty and shriveled schoolbag occupies the seat on the left, and a coat that is not as thick as an arm can occupy a seat. If a girl is replaced, then a few bags of snacks, a half-full wide-mouthed water cup and a mobile phone full of big avatar pictures of her boyfriend will have to occupy another seat.

This way, we can understand why there are only so many people in a huge room, and if everyone occupies two or three seats, even if the classroom is large, it will not be able to withstand such seat allocation.

If someone happens to pass by, leans in and takes a look, and wants to find an empty space to study, then most of them are disappointed. Seeing the people in the classroom sitting in such a staggered and orderly manner, the fool also knows that these are a bunch of old fried dough sticks.

In college, freshmen are fresh fruits, sophomores are dehydrated vegetables, juniors are tough and hard fried dough sticks, seniors are a pot of oil under the fried dough sticks.

A girl on the podium was dancing and spoke generously. She was not tall, wearing a pink high-neck sweater, her chest was bulging exaggeratedly. It was probably due to the bra. She wore a pair of black-framed glasses, her hair was dyed yellow, and her freckles on her face were not very obvious.

The girl shook her head and said, "During holiday homework, don't run around like crazy when you get home. The school assigned you to everyone. After returning to school, you have to write a report on your hometown and write about what new changes have happened in your hometown. You have to read a classic novel during the holiday. You have to submit your reading reviews after you come back. It's about 5,000 words. That's all, it's all! I wish you a happy winter vacation and the Spring Festival!"

The girl on the stage did not say anything, and the people below complained in a bunch, including packing water cups, mobile phone snacks, scattered magazines, and the sound of textbooks. The whole classroom was messy and crowded, as if it was a vegetable market.

Many people have a high voice, and men and women complain together.

A boy shouted: "I write a report on my return home every year! Our family is not Beijing, we don't need to build a subway, and we don't need to welcome the Olympics! Where do we have so many changes! Our family is in the countryside!"

Many people burst into laughter because this guy really came from the village, but their village has a villa per capita, so this guy is completely making fun of him!

There was also a female voice mixed in the numerous voices: "Reading classics, is it counting if I read Qiong Yao's return to the Condor Heroes?"

There was a sound of laughter and joking around her, and several people called her a slut, and she also responded bluntly to them as dinosaurs.

Gao Qiang also stood up with the noise, slowly packed his schoolbag, and nodded to the classmates who went out from time to time, but because he was sitting in the last row, there were very few people saying hello.

He only occupied one seat, his coat was worn on his body, no water cup, no snacks, and even his mobile phone. The desk was clean and there was a stack of books. Each book was about the same size and thickness. It was a set of books. The outermost cover was a few words: The Legend of the Condor Heroes.

Gao Qiang touched the book cover and looked at the crowd of people who were scattered in birds and beasts. He was about to leave, but he felt a little worried for no reason. He simply sat down. He heard the woman joke about reading Qiong Yao's works just now. He thought to himself: I want to read classics anyway, and I didn't say what kind of reading it. I am reading Mr. Jin's martial arts masterpieces first, and writing a reading insight is not beyond the scope.

Gao Qiang did this entirely because he knew that no one on it would read these things after he wrote them. Even if you wrote the insights on reading "*" or "*", they would not discover them. Since that's the case, then just read "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" and even if you have a bad experience, you can really be happy.

He quietly opened this set of books, but he started very quickly, not reading one word at a time, but turning one page at a time. As an old bookworm, he had read such classics many times. In addition, TV, movies, animations and comics repeatedly bombarded this classic, so he is just reviewing it now.

The warm sunshine shone in from the window and shone on Gao Qiang. Gao Qiang felt warm. There was no other teacher now. He suddenly became a trance and felt that he had a world alone.

It is February now, and the first half of the junior high school exam has ended. All subjects have finished their studies in one semester. Everyone is waiting to go home for a good New Year and have fun. Then after school starts, they start to "go their own things".

Going their own way means either taking the postgraduate entrance examination, looking for a job or being admitted to the postgraduate school.

The English teacher who taught Gao Qiang has a famous saying: Students who are admitted to graduate school live a life like a pig, and those who are taking graduate school live a life like a dog. As for those who are looking for a job, they live a life worse than pigs and dogs.

Everyone was interested in understanding the gods. Pigs live a happy life of eating, sleeping, and eating. They are carefree: dogs have to work harder and have to work hard to get up early and go to bed late. As for the life that pigs and dogs are worse than animals, they can see how miserable it is.

Later, another student added: Those who want to take the postgraduate entrance examination and find a job live a life of four different things.

There is another exception to this: people who are heartless and confused and don’t know what they should do, live a life of flies and cannot find their way at all.

Gao Qiang is now the confused person, and he doesn’t know which path he should choose.

It’s not that he has outstanding abilities and can choose to pursue graduate school, and many companies are rushing to ask him to develop abroad. On the contrary, because he is mediocre in his abilities and mediocre in his qualities, he is confused and does not know which path he should choose to develop.

If you are an ordinary person, you will naturally have a good choice. Although your grades are poor, you can only go to work. However, Gaoqiang is different. He feels that his qualifications are mediocre, his major is not good, and his school is not a famous brand. More importantly, there is nothing real in his stomach! The three years of college spent on computers is more than ten times more time than studying.

Another point is that he has a migraine problem. He will hurt after reading books for more than half an hour. If he doesn't want to work and is determined to take the postgraduate entrance examination, he feels that he is not sure, so he has been wandering around and has a big head and has not considered a result.

"Hey! Forget it!" Gao Qiang shook his head, "I don't want to do it anymore. I still have two months to make a decision, read, read!"
Chapter completed!